Walking myself Through the corridors of dull greyness Talking to myself Until I become free of all my bitterness For it doesn’t matter who has hurt me I am nothing special I have hurt many too, irreparably, deeply, With this my heart must wrestle. Walking and whistling Talking and thinking Of what I’m receiving Whenever I’m grieving Spiritual resetting Not ever forgetting Destiny re-weaving Deep inner perceiving. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Of pain
DOING IS HARDER
Most of us are weak Strong only in theory - To reach the mountain-peak Is easy in a paper story - Never underestimate One week It’s still Seven Days of weary Struggle through prospects bleak To attain the crown of glory. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
HELP RHYME
Help comes in its own time And in its own way Often it prefers an irregular rhyme Your tomorrow is its today You hear the echo and miss the chime How loudly did you pray? Treasure the sour bitterness of lime It is sweetness in delay. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
LAW OF THE L
Take your L Take it well No one can tell Why you fell Did your pride swell? It rings a bell It broke your shell Take it well I wish you well Time will tell And heal you well Heaven and Hell Understanding your L Will break the spell And make you well. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
*L stands for Loss.
